Congratulations on Meeting the King of the Cosmos!

You’ll be standing there with your fruity little drink and your halter top on when he steps in. It’ll be hard not to stare.

His robe, resplendent and purple, will frame his nebulous twinkling head, evoking memories long since suppressed. You’ll ask yourself, where have I seen this magnificent figure before? Where did he come from, this immortal Adonis?

His boom stentorian will ring through the bar, rumbling in your ears.

“WHO WANTS TO PARTY?!”

A cheer will erupt, the crowd immediately enthralled by his charisma. But you already know his tricks. You’ll be immunized, a quiet little center against the raging storm of his power.

It will take a while for the fanfare to die down, but when it does you’ll slither up to him and lean across the bar to order another whiskey, giving him a nice, clear view of the inside of your left cleavage-boob. You’ll swear his perpetual look of surprise piqued when he caught sight of that milky white flesh again, but witnesses will disagree, noting that the King’s face never changes.

But they will corroborate that he will turn around and look you up and down before noticing your face and stammering his apology.

“I DIDN’T EXPECT TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN,” he’ll say, causing the bar to vibrate.

“I know,” you’ll say, barely letting the drink touch the bar before you pick it up and take a swig. The bartender will slink away almost immediately, sparing only a moment’s glance for the man you’re talking to.

“HOW HAVE THINGS BEEN?” he’ll ask, face still unchanged.

“Fine,” you’ll say.

He’ll nod. At least, you’ll think it’s a nod.

“LOOK,” he’ll say. “I FEEL JUST AWFUL ABOUT LAST TIME. COULD I BUY YOU A DRINK TO MAKE UP FOR IT?”

You’ll smile at him and shrug a little, giving him a quick glance at your cleavage again. His black eyes won’t move but you’ll know he saw it when his hand snaps up as you tell him “It’s a start.”

Ten hours later the stars will be gone and your vagina will be pretty sore, but you’ll be one of the few women alive who can say she’s bedded the King of the Cosmos twice. If only some of that action could trickle down to his son.

Congratulations on Meeting the King of the Cosmos!